Safe

I've been noticing how rarely I blog the past months, and it only means that I'm running out of things to talk about, running out of stories to tell, running out of experiences to share. Is this really where I've come to? Is this really what getting older brings?

Im turning 18 this year, and I feel really old. My life is running out of drama, and it's weird because I really like it that way last year. But somehow I seem to miss all the fun that comes with it. Now my life is just "safe", boring and full of routines. I can't believe I'm saying this but I really really miss the 2011 me.

I was reading my 2011 posts and comparing it to how my life is now. No drama, no hate, basically no bullshit. But that's what I miss! The bullshit! The drama! And I know this totally contradicts my last post, but it's time for me to stop bashing the life I had before, because I guess in some ways, it was way better than what I have now.

I don't miss the old people in my life, though. I just miss myself. Where has this person gone?